I'm in shock... My mother just told me she had a girlfriend when she was sixteen or fifteen. Of course it wasn't hectic (considering it was 1974 and love was holding hands and "snuggling up in each other's beds after lights out in the dormitory" in Ghana), but they were an item. Shit. I didn't know what to say. It freaked me out. I just ran away and started hyperventilating. Shit. Shit shit shit shit. I can't talk to her. Fuck. Then she tried to pull the 'mum know's better than you' card, and she said "see, that's why you make me laugh when you think you're doing things that I know nothing about." Long story - basically, I told her I was gay, coz she thought I was having sex with a guy, and I said "no, coz I'm not into guys" and well... so I never actually said the words...just kinda let the sentence drift into nothing, and then out of the beautiful blue sky she drops this un-asked for statement, and I'm like "what the fuck?" P.S. I didn't mention anything bout my girlfriend, coz, well -duh.
Shit shit shit. My mum was gay... hmmm- maybe it is genetic?